Because you didn't get enough the first time. Just thought you could use one last glimpse of my first voyage out to sea.

PDA. What, I was told to give my best representation of what a Father's Day card should look like. And then, I threw in this ridiculously hip art deco lamp with a copper-looking base. It would have to be the first object ever of which he balked at the price and then decided to take back [for one that was less expensive and more to his liking].

Exposed! I tried my darnedest to hide my affinity for the granulated stuff. But you just had to capture the evidence on film, didn't ya? All the clues are there. You've got me chowing down. I'm heading back for seconds in the next frame. Then, you had to show the sand-goatee along with my plea to Mommy. One taste of sand and you'd be hooked, too. But thankfully, I wasn't the only one who was exposed on this trip.

Those catcalls! Mom! You're embarrassing me. What do you think this is, some sortof runway?

Destined to be a screensaver. I told you: I didn't want any of these to be used against me as screensavers. And before the trip was even over, Mommy was touting this one as the next big thing in desktop imagery.

Eat your heart out. Yes, it was like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Only a little more picturesque and crumbly.

A family portrait. It was one of those hip-hop hat occasions. And then, we took a moment to gaze at a kite nearby.

So long, sand & sea. Just when I was beginning to get used to the life of leisure, we failed to even sign our comments in the guest book. Thank goodness for this electronic journal. Otherwise, you might have your doubts that it even took place.